Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Embracing the Nightmares

Catching them by their manes
is the hardest part.
They're wary of touch.
the revelation of day
when their distortions
are chastised.

A tight grip on the forelock
might work. Dare to be Bellerophon
grabbing Pegasus.  What nightmare
can resist a golden bridle?
They wait to be subdued,
They long for the touch
that transforms the inner core.

Nightmares ironically wish
for the day. Coming
in the last cycle of sleep,
they push the psyche
to confront the reality
of resistant reconciliation.
Shackle the forehoof
of any nightmare, stroke
him until he is yours.

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